Visually (in versions that include video), Saimin Seishidou employs lo-fi collage: grainy Super 8 footage, close-ups of hands and mechanical parts, archival science footage of spines and vertebrae, all cut with glitchy jump-cuts. There’s a recurring motif of teeth and jaws — mechanical assemblages that open and close in time with the bass. The imagery refuses to settle into one reading; it’s at once intimate and industrial, intimate because it feels handmade, industrial because it gestures toward systems of control.